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Chapter Three: Dusk
It was reaching dusk when Will came rushing down the stairs to Jack's cell. Unfortunately this time, there were two guards in the basement including two at the top of the stairs. It seemed that Norrington was making sure this time that there were no miraculous escapes and had raised the security all over the port.
Will cleared his throat, "How are you feeling, Jack? Religious?"
Jack frowned, obviously confused by his last comment. "Are you mockin' me?"
Will rolled his eyes, trying to somehow explain to the pirate his escape plan without letting the guards catch on. "Have you thought about what your last words are going to be...?" Will tried again.
"What in th' bloody 'ell are ye talkin' about?" asked Jack, getting short in temper seeing as it was getting very close to his time of his hanging and there was no sign of Will's trusty friend and his own crew.
Will sighed, deciding it was useless trying to explain to Jack the plan Rachel told him earlier that day when she came into his blacksmith's shop looking to get her two cutlasses sharpened and not expecting to come across an old friend. Once she and Will figured out who one another was, she hastily explained to him her last minute plan while he sharpened her swords.
"Nevermind, Jack," Will sighed, giving up.
The two talked for a while more so it seemed to the guards that they were saying their last words to one another before Jack's fate. Then Will left the prison to go get a hold of Elizabeth (who had not been informed of Jack's escape plan, seeing as she was too emotional with the baby inside her as it was) and head for the gallows, leaving Jack all alone.
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About one hour after Will left, Norrington came down to Jack's cell with 7 or 8 men trailing behind him uniformly.
"Gillette," Norrington spoke, "Open Mr. Sparrow's cell and tie his arms behind his back."
Gillette did so with the help of 2 other men to make sure Jack cooperated. When he was all tied up, Jack was escorted out of the cell by the two men who entered with Gillette.
The men led Jack out into the sunshine, which he hadn't seen properly in a long time, so it took a while for his eyes to adjust to the brightness of the beautiful Caribbean day. He paused, gently pulling on the ropes, testing their strength. 'Bloody 'ell,' he thought, 'Will better 'ave thought up a good plan...'
'Wonderful day for a hangin',' Jack thought bitterly.
The two guards, each holding one of his arms, led him up to the gallows where what looked like over 100 people turned up to see the hanging of the infamous Jack Sparrow, and some secretly wishing to witness another escape attempt from said captain.
On the deck of the gallows were three men: the commodore, the governor, and the executioner.
As the guards placed Jack's head through the noose and had him stand above the door in the boards that would allow Jack to plunge to his death, he turned to Norrington.
"I'm surprised, mate. I jest assumed tha' ye were goin' to pull th' lever yerself this time." Jack said sarcastically with a grin. Always witty 'til the very end.
Norrington did not seem fazed at all by Jack's snide comment, he was just happy that he finally had Captain Jack Sparrow and he was going to make sure that there would be nothing to interrupt like last time. Will and Elizabeth were being held under very close supervision. In fact, he so wanted to make sure that the execution of his nemesis was done correctly that he and the governor would stand on the gallows deck right until the last minute, just in case anyone decided to try something rash, when they would step off and watch the spectacle.
Before Gillette would read off all of the crimes that he had committed, it was tradition for there to be a religious reverend, nun, priest... any figure of that sort, to pray for Jack and to listen to his last words. A young nun dressed in the traditional habit seemed a bit loose on her, especially in the sleeves, walked slowly up the gallows steps, escorted by Norrington, with a bible in one hand and what seemed to be a metal crucifix in the other.
The Commedore released her in front of Jack and turned away politely, just for show, not out of respect for Jack, and the woman cleared her throat. As she looked for a passage in her bible, Jack could have sworn she had just winked at him! To think! A nun, about to hear Jack's last words, was flirting with him! He didn't know whether to laugh or to find it greatly disturbing.
Then in a flash, he instantly caught on to Will's strange behavior before in the cells and now this young woman standing before him winking at him.
And just in time, too.
The nun had come to a page in her bible where it was hollowed out for her pistol to lay, and in a blink of an eye threw off her fake nun habit, revealing that she was wearing a white blouse, dark trousers, and 2 swords attached to her belt. She swerved around to face the crowd with a pistol in her right hand, and the metal crucifix had been flipped around in her left hand so she now held the cross, and at the other end was a blade.
Before anybody could comprehend what was going on, she grabbed Norrington by the shoulders, bringing him to stand right in front of her and held the crucifix blade at his throat, preventing him from moving and also keeping the guards from trying anything tricky.
"Alrigh', everybody listen up!" she yelled out to the crowd, "Anybody who feels the need to try to save th' day will end up six feet under along with yer Commodore, got it?"
Nobody moved or spoke; everybody was in shock for two reasons, one being that she was a woman, and also for some because they recognized who she was and wondering why a wanted assassin would be saving a pirate captain from a hanging.
Rachel shifted her gaze slightly to the governor and the executioner, and aimed her pistol at them. "Governor, would ye be so kind as to release Captain Sparrow?" she asked as sweetly as she could, hoping against hope that she wouldn't have to kill this man.
The governor shook his head fiercely, refusing to budge.
"Please release him?" she tried again, keeping a tight hold on her knife against the Commodore's throat.
Governor Swann repeated the same head gesture, and with that Rachel cocked her pistol. "Don't make me shoot you," she said quietly and much more seriously.
Jack could tell that she would not allow this man to stand before her and refuse a command, and he couldn't let the father of one of his best friends to be shot out of his own sake.
"No! Do'n shoot 'im!" Jack said, "He's Will's father-in-law," he spoke lowly so no one else could hear the last part.
She sighed and adjusted her aim from the governor to the right side of the Commodore's head. Once her pistol was in place, she removed the knife from his throat which she unknowingly cut, but it was just a flesh wound. The crowd could see some blood trickling down his throat, staining this pressed white shirt.
Taking the knife, she and the commodore stepped backwards two feet so that she could get closer to Jack's tied hands. She reached behind him with her left hand and knife blindly so that he could take the knife and free himself, which is exactly what he did.
Rachel stepped forward back to where she was originally standing and waited patiently for Jack to free himself of the rope, continuously looking around intensely to make sure no guards were trying to make their way up and catch her unawares.
Once Jack was free, he reached forward to her belt and grabbed one of the swords. When she felt the pressure at her waist, signaling that Jack was ready to go, she pushed Norrington forward into the crowd and exchanged weapons: pistol for sword.
And with that, Jack and Rachel ran like hell.
Knowing that the guards were right on their heels as they ran for the famous escape cliff, the two turned around, swords flashing in the setting sun, and began to fight.
There were about 7 or 8 of them against 2. The first one reached Rachel and she blocked a blow aiming for her throat, and blocked another aiming to stab her in the stomach.
Meanwhile, Jack parried with the second guard, but could tell that the others were becoming increasingly close and could not take the time to fight squarely with just one man. The first chance he got, he raised the hilt of his sword up and hit the man on the back of the head, knocking him out cold.
One down, 6 more to go.
Rachel had just finished with her first guard, knocking the sword easily out of his hand and using her left hook to punch him across the face, causing him to black out.
As she and Jack took care of two more guards with ease, she could see that reinforcements were coming.
She ran over to where Jack and the last guard were fighting, and in unison, he and Rachel each planted a foot on the man's chest, sending him reeling backwards and stumbling down the steps. It was then that Jack saw the 20 or so guards not 30 yards away.
Rachel twirled around and grabbed Jack across the shoulders, causing him to turn as well, and they both ran towards the ledge of the cliff. She grabbed his hand right before they made the plunge.
As they fell, Rachel did not let go of his arm for fear of one of them getting lost in the deep water. They hit the water with such force that it sent them all the way down to the bottom of the ocean. Once there was solid ground underneath them, they pushed with all their might to rise back to the surface.
Jack and Rachel rose from the water sputtering. Before Jack could ask where to go next now that they were in the water, she already had the answer.
"Captain Sparrow," she said with a grin, "Your Pearl awaits ye."
He looked over to his left to see his ship slowly sailing forward to greet them from behind yet another great cliff, and they swam as fast as the could towards it before the Navy beat them to it, although it was useless at this point because the sun was almost set and the Pearl would be lost in the darkness.
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Chapter Three: Dusk
It was reaching dusk when Will came rushing down the stairs to Jack's cell. Unfortunately this time, there were two guards in the basement including two at the top of the stairs. It seemed that Norrington was making sure this time that there were no miraculous escapes and had raised the security all over the port.
Will cleared his throat, "How are you feeling, Jack? Religious?"
Jack frowned, obviously confused by his last comment. "Are you mockin' me?"
Will rolled his eyes, trying to somehow explain to the pirate his escape plan without letting the guards catch on. "Have you thought about what your last words are going to be...?" Will tried again.
"What in th' bloody 'ell are ye talkin' about?" asked Jack, getting short in temper seeing as it was getting very close to his time of his hanging and there was no sign of Will's trusty friend and his own crew.
Will sighed, deciding it was useless trying to explain to Jack the plan Rachel told him earlier that day when she came into his blacksmith's shop looking to get her two cutlasses sharpened and not expecting to come across an old friend. Once she and Will figured out who one another was, she hastily explained to him her last minute plan while he sharpened her swords.
"Nevermind, Jack," Will sighed, giving up.
The two talked for a while more so it seemed to the guards that they were saying their last words to one another before Jack's fate. Then Will left the prison to go get a hold of Elizabeth (who had not been informed of Jack's escape plan, seeing as she was too emotional with the baby inside her as it was) and head for the gallows, leaving Jack all alone.
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About one hour after Will left, Norrington came down to Jack's cell with 7 or 8 men trailing behind him uniformly.
"Gillette," Norrington spoke, "Open Mr. Sparrow's cell and tie his arms behind his back."
Gillette did so with the help of 2 other men to make sure Jack cooperated. When he was all tied up, Jack was escorted out of the cell by the two men who entered with Gillette.
The men led Jack out into the sunshine, which he hadn't seen properly in a long time, so it took a while for his eyes to adjust to the brightness of the beautiful Caribbean day. He paused, gently pulling on the ropes, testing their strength. 'Bloody 'ell,' he thought, 'Will better 'ave thought up a good plan...'
'Wonderful day for a hangin',' Jack thought bitterly.
The two guards, each holding one of his arms, led him up to the gallows where what looked like over 100 people turned up to see the hanging of the infamous Jack Sparrow, and some secretly wishing to witness another escape attempt from said captain.
On the deck of the gallows were three men: the commodore, the governor, and the executioner.
As the guards placed Jack's head through the noose and had him stand above the door in the boards that would allow Jack to plunge to his death, he turned to Norrington.
"I'm surprised, mate. I jest assumed tha' ye were goin' to pull th' lever yerself this time." Jack said sarcastically with a grin. Always witty 'til the very end.
Norrington did not seem fazed at all by Jack's snide comment, he was just happy that he finally had Captain Jack Sparrow and he was going to make sure that there would be nothing to interrupt like last time. Will and Elizabeth were being held under very close supervision. In fact, he so wanted to make sure that the execution of his nemesis was done correctly that he and the governor would stand on the gallows deck right until the last minute, just in case anyone decided to try something rash, when they would step off and watch the spectacle.
Before Gillette would read off all of the crimes that he had committed, it was tradition for there to be a religious reverend, nun, priest... any figure of that sort, to pray for Jack and to listen to his last words. A young nun dressed in the traditional habit seemed a bit loose on her, especially in the sleeves, walked slowly up the gallows steps, escorted by Norrington, with a bible in one hand and what seemed to be a metal crucifix in the other.
The Commedore released her in front of Jack and turned away politely, just for show, not out of respect for Jack, and the woman cleared her throat. As she looked for a passage in her bible, Jack could have sworn she had just winked at him! To think! A nun, about to hear Jack's last words, was flirting with him! He didn't know whether to laugh or to find it greatly disturbing.
Then in a flash, he instantly caught on to Will's strange behavior before in the cells and now this young woman standing before him winking at him.
And just in time, too.
The nun had come to a page in her bible where it was hollowed out for her pistol to lay, and in a blink of an eye threw off her fake nun habit, revealing that she was wearing a white blouse, dark trousers, and 2 swords attached to her belt. She swerved around to face the crowd with a pistol in her right hand, and the metal crucifix had been flipped around in her left hand so she now held the cross, and at the other end was a blade.
Before anybody could comprehend what was going on, she grabbed Norrington by the shoulders, bringing him to stand right in front of her and held the crucifix blade at his throat, preventing him from moving and also keeping the guards from trying anything tricky.
"Alrigh', everybody listen up!" she yelled out to the crowd, "Anybody who feels the need to try to save th' day will end up six feet under along with yer Commodore, got it?"
Nobody moved or spoke; everybody was in shock for two reasons, one being that she was a woman, and also for some because they recognized who she was and wondering why a wanted assassin would be saving a pirate captain from a hanging.
Rachel shifted her gaze slightly to the governor and the executioner, and aimed her pistol at them. "Governor, would ye be so kind as to release Captain Sparrow?" she asked as sweetly as she could, hoping against hope that she wouldn't have to kill this man.
The governor shook his head fiercely, refusing to budge.
"Please release him?" she tried again, keeping a tight hold on her knife against the Commodore's throat.
Governor Swann repeated the same head gesture, and with that Rachel cocked her pistol. "Don't make me shoot you," she said quietly and much more seriously.
Jack could tell that she would not allow this man to stand before her and refuse a command, and he couldn't let the father of one of his best friends to be shot out of his own sake.
"No! Do'n shoot 'im!" Jack said, "He's Will's father-in-law," he spoke lowly so no one else could hear the last part.
She sighed and adjusted her aim from the governor to the right side of the Commodore's head. Once her pistol was in place, she removed the knife from his throat which she unknowingly cut, but it was just a flesh wound. The crowd could see some blood trickling down his throat, staining this pressed white shirt.
Taking the knife, she and the commodore stepped backwards two feet so that she could get closer to Jack's tied hands. She reached behind him with her left hand and knife blindly so that he could take the knife and free himself, which is exactly what he did.
Rachel stepped forward back to where she was originally standing and waited patiently for Jack to free himself of the rope, continuously looking around intensely to make sure no guards were trying to make their way up and catch her unawares.
Once Jack was free, he reached forward to her belt and grabbed one of the swords. When she felt the pressure at her waist, signaling that Jack was ready to go, she pushed Norrington forward into the crowd and exchanged weapons: pistol for sword.
And with that, Jack and Rachel ran like hell.
Knowing that the guards were right on their heels as they ran for the famous escape cliff, the two turned around, swords flashing in the setting sun, and began to fight.
There were about 7 or 8 of them against 2. The first one reached Rachel and she blocked a blow aiming for her throat, and blocked another aiming to stab her in the stomach.
Meanwhile, Jack parried with the second guard, but could tell that the others were becoming increasingly close and could not take the time to fight squarely with just one man. The first chance he got, he raised the hilt of his sword up and hit the man on the back of the head, knocking him out cold.
One down, 6 more to go.
Rachel had just finished with her first guard, knocking the sword easily out of his hand and using her left hook to punch him across the face, causing him to black out.
As she and Jack took care of two more guards with ease, she could see that reinforcements were coming.
She ran over to where Jack and the last guard were fighting, and in unison, he and Rachel each planted a foot on the man's chest, sending him reeling backwards and stumbling down the steps. It was then that Jack saw the 20 or so guards not 30 yards away.
Rachel twirled around and grabbed Jack across the shoulders, causing him to turn as well, and they both ran towards the ledge of the cliff. She grabbed his hand right before they made the plunge.
As they fell, Rachel did not let go of his arm for fear of one of them getting lost in the deep water. They hit the water with such force that it sent them all the way down to the bottom of the ocean. Once there was solid ground underneath them, they pushed with all their might to rise back to the surface.
Jack and Rachel rose from the water sputtering. Before Jack could ask where to go next now that they were in the water, she already had the answer.
"Captain Sparrow," she said with a grin, "Your Pearl awaits ye."
He looked over to his left to see his ship slowly sailing forward to greet them from behind yet another great cliff, and they swam as fast as the could towards it before the Navy beat them to it, although it was useless at this point because the sun was almost set and the Pearl would be lost in the darkness.
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Guys please review or I wont know if u like it or not and then ill stop posting it bc ill just assume you don't like it – so pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease review! And thanks to my reviewers so far – u guys rock! Thanks for reading!